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He exercises a lot, consumes a lot of energy, and needs more food!

In general, he believes that today's efforts and gains are not proportional.

"You rest first, I'll stay in the middle of the night."

Leng Feng spoke to his teammates.

This team will start to rest.

Most teams are now resting.

Some people also built simple shelters in various shapes, but most of them are relatively scientific.

After all, they are carefully selected players fr ...

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